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Created Chaos
Carved out of the lands crucible. Slowly chiseled and chipped away until the basic form takes place. Fast hands make slow work peeling off layer upon layer of stone, slate and sand. The small people work night and day tirelessly creating a champion. Exhausted spent bodies litter the ground around the sculpture the dead pile high.
Entire clans wiped out to the models creation. Bones litter around the feet of the under god. Every surface is covered in multifaceted jewels. Hands are cut and bloodied as they socket each gem into the body. A thousand years has passed since the start of this project. Seventeen clans of the Litte Gamm have ground themselves into extinction during the creation with the eighteenth acting as the conduit sacrifice.
An entire clans blood washes over the perfect body, the collected coagulated crimson syrup draws within. The statue slowly starts to snap to life.
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